Sancho — Summary

Balachandran VTrivandrum 08-10-10Sad

Head bowed, tail lowered He slinks, dejected He moves, turns around Round and round As he settles down in his space. I am leaving for office.

Sancho looks at me, unsmiling I cannot fathom his expression But I know his sorrow at my leaving I cannot look him in the eye, I cannot bear to.

In the evening, I rush back home To see him, craning his neck For a glimpse Waiting, beyond the grilled gate Anxious, excited, tail wagging Vigorously.

I open the gate to a burst, An explosion of joy, Of barks, of howls, of leaps Happiness unleashed, Shining eyes, lolling tongue Telling me how he loves Just to see me, to be with me.

Though not as adept as he, I tell him how much I too love him My words, so inadequate! Yet I try, hugging him close, Smothering him with kisses – He knows.

Later, I wonder what he would think, What would the lengths, Of the vacuum of time and space be Stretching to infinity When I will have to leave him, Or he, me, forever.

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Balachandran V's "Sancho" follows a day in the life of a man and his dog. In the morning, the speaker leaves for office while Sancho slinks away with his head bowed and tail low, then circles and settles in his spot. The speaker can't read the dog's expression, yet senses his sorrow and can't bring himself to meet his eyes. By evening the mood flips. Sancho waits at the gate, straining for a glimpse, and then bursts into barks, howls and leaps the moment it opens.

The speaker feels deep tenderness and a little guilt. He admits his words are "so inadequate" next to the dog's open joy, but hugging and kissing Sancho says it well enough: "He knows." The ending turns quieter and darker. The speaker wonders about the vast emptiness that will come when one of them has to leave the other forever. The warmth of the poem is shadowed by the knowledge that such love is not permanent.

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